A Red Rose (An Acrostic Poem)

                      A t dawn I asked a rose bud, “What is the meaning of life?”                R eplied red rose opening up slowly with nothing in it.           “E arthly I am, always look up and never look down.                D ainty and loveliest though soonest will pass away”. “R […]

May 5, 2014 · 0 comments · Poetry